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If I don't recover, |
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Sell this house and find something lost outside your window. |
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Not forever. |
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On the night I die I swear I'll sleep outside your window. |
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I feel the knife going in, |
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I'm feeling anxious. |
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Not enough to kill me, |
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I thought it'd happen fast. |
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But I'm feeling it now |
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And I feel anxious. |
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Sleeping inches from me, |
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I let it pass. |
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Emy should I stop? |
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Do you think I'll make it to the morning if it's written? |
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Stitch it up. |
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The kind of song I know cause mother, sister, lover worry. |
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I feel the knife going in, |
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I'm feeling anxious. |
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Not enough to kill me, |
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I thought it'd happen fast. |
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But I'm feeling it now |
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And I feel anxious. |
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Sleeping inches from me, |
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I let it pass. |
